KENDRICK LAMAR m.A.A.d City

[Intro:]If Pirus and Crips all got alongThey’d probably gun me down by the end of this songSeem like the whole city go against meEvery time I’m in the street I hear

[ScHoolBoy Q:] YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!

[Hook:] Man down. Where you from, nigga? Fuck who you know, where you from my nigga? Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga? This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga

[Verse 1:]Brace yourself, I’ll take you on a trip down memory laneThis is not a rap on how I’m slinging crack or move cocaineThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major painNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brainIt was me, O-Boogy, Yaya, YG Lucky ride down RosecransIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window. Check yo selfUh, warriors and ConansHope euphoria can slow dance with societyThe driver seat the first one to get killedSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown outAt the same burger stand, where *censored* hang outNow this is not a tape recorder saying that he did itBut ever since that day, I was looking at him differentThat was back when I was nineJoey packed the ninePack to stand on every porch is fineWe adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a timeWith the sliding door, fuck is up?Fuck you shooting for if you ain’t walking up?You fucking punk, picking up the fucking pumpPicking off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punchA wall of bullets coming fromAK’s, AR’s, aye y’all. Duck. That’s what momma said when we was eating that free lunchAw man, God damn, all hell broke looseYou killed my cousin back in ’94. Fuck yo truceNow crawl yo head in that nooseYou wind up dead on the newsAin’t no peace treaty, just piecesBG’s up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodiesIV’s on top of IV’sObviously the coroner between the sheets like the IsleysWhen you hop on that trolleyMake sure your colors correctMake sure you’re corporate, or they’ll be calling your mother collectThey say the governor collect, all of our taxes exceptWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain’t no threatYou moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TecGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guessM.A.A.d city

[Hook:] Man downWhere you from, nigga? Fuck who you know, where you from my nigga? Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga? This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga.

[Bridge:]If Pirus and Crips all got alongThey’d probably gun me down by the end of this songSeem like the whole city go against meEvery time I’m in the street I hear

[ScHoolBoy Q:] YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!

[MC Eiht:]Wake yo punk ass up!It ain’t nothing but a Compton thangChyeaReal simple and plainI’m a teach you some lessons about the streetIt ain’t nothing but a Compton thangChyeaHow we do

[Verse 2:]Fresh outta school cause I was a high school gradSleeping in the living room in my momma’s padReality struck I seen the white car crashHit the light pole two nigga’s hopped out on foot and dashedMy Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed himSecurity guard for a month and ended up leavingIn fact I got fired because I was inspired by all of my friendsTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked inProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown upCocaine laced in marijuanaAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke nowImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouthI was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke evenI made a legion then made a promise to see you bleedingYou know the reasons but still won’t ever know my lifeKendrick AKA Compton’s human sacrifice

[Mc Eiht:]Cocaine, weedNigga’s been mixing shit since the 80’s locSherm sticks, butt nakedsDipMake a nigga flipCluck heads all up and down the block and shitOne time’s crooked and shitBlock a nigga inAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it’s ComptonI’m still in the hoodLoc yeah that’s coolThe hood took me under so I follow the rulesBut yeah that’s like me, I grew up in the hood where they bangAnd niggas that rep colors is doing the same thingPass it to the left so I can smoke on meA couple drive-bys in the hood latelyCouple of IV’s with the fucking spraycanShots in the crowd then everybody ranCrew I’m finna slay, the street life I craveShots hit the enemy, harsh turn braveMount up regulators in the whipDown the boulevard with the pistol gripTrip, we in the hood stillSo loc, grab a strap cause yeah, it’s so realDeal with the outcome, a strap in the handAnd a bird and 10 grand’s where motherfuckers stand

[Kendrick Lamar:]If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, would you believe me?Or see me to be innocent Kendrick that you seen in the streetWith a basketball and some Now Laters to eatIf I’m mashing all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?And it’s safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleepWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctorInstead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostageKill them all if they gossip, the Children of the CornThey realizing the option of living a lie, drive they body with toxinsConstantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flameThat arrive in his eye this a coward, the concept is aim andThey bang it and slide out that bitch with depositsAnd the price on his head, the tots probably go to the projectsI live inside the belly of the roughCompton, U.S.A. made Me an Angel on Angel Dust, what